My Sister is Fuji

Ward.

The ward where Xiao Hui lived was a double room, but the other bed was empty, and she was the only one in the whole ward.The quietness made people a little scared, and a sense of loneliness pervaded the whole body.

Xiaohui lowered her head, hugging the snow-white sheets, feeling her heartbeat slowing down, she couldn't help but shed tears: "I may not live long."

Thinking of certain scenes, Xiaohui couldn't help feeling the urge to vomit - but she didn't even have a stomach anymore.

Xiaohui's horrified gaze gradually revealed the scene of that day.

In order to prove that there was nothing in the pipe, the mother took Xiaohui to the roof and asked the plumber to open the pipe.

The two kept some distance away, forcing Xiaohui to watch alone.

Through the disgusting pipe, Xiaohui saw something similar to a lump of meat emerging below, shaking like waves of fat.

While Xiaohui was afraid, she felt nauseous like never before. Her stomach acid surged up and she vomited it out into the pipe.

Like a snail, the wriggling flesh in the pipe gradually protruded five small horns, and gradually turned into the embryonic form of five fingers.

Without waiting for Xiaohui to react, it entered Xiaohui's throat with a stench. The feeling of suffocation made Xiaohui despair, and she kept waving her hands helplessly.However, the plumber and her mother were behind her, and Xiaohui had her back to them, unable to see this curious scene.

The hands seemed to be crawling through the pipes, and they burrowed deep into Xiaohui's throat, and finally grabbed something, pulled them out all at once, and disappeared into the dirty pipe together with the hands.

Memories slowly come to an end.

Xiaohui hugged the quilt tightly, tears streaming down her face.

She had a wild idea that the hand might have pulled all the internal organs out of her body.

It wasn't the first time she recalled this disgusting scene—she wanted to forget it, but she still couldn't help thinking about it.

Not counting the intermittent sporadic fragments that were instinctively associated, there were a total of three memories that truly recalled the whole picture.

The first time Su Mu came to her house, he couldn't help but think of this horrible scene.

The second time, it was the notebook that Zhu Juan showed her. The original blank page slowly revealed the scene of that day.Using the posture of a bystander, I once again recalled the fear of being dominated by the things in the pipe.

And now, it's the third time.

Xiaohui's tears flowed down like broken pearls, covering her heart, thinking of Su Mu.

Maybe the reason why the heart still exists is to wait for an important person to appear one day.

……

After school, Su Mu left the class. Recalling Liao Sha's ugly face, he announced that the students in the class would be given half a day off, and told them not to talk nonsense.Even so, it's probably useless.

By the way, Su Mu wanted to go to the hospital to visit Xiaohui, wondering how she was doing now.

He glanced at the library with his eyes wide open.

The door of the library was rarely opened today, but Su Mu didn't have time to spare, nor was he in the mood to go in.

He had a premonition that he would have a chance to go in next time, but not now.

Just as Su Mu was walking away, he glanced sideways and saw Chen Muchun sneaking into the library stealthily in the distance.

Su Mu remembered that Chen Muchun said that Zhu Juan got the notebook inside.

It seemed that Chen Muchun was not lying.

Chen Muchun was also full of curiosity about the notebook, thinking of going to the library to find clues about the notebook.

But Su Mu felt that he would return without success.

Otherwise, he would have gotten a notebook in it long ago, and he wouldn't have complained verbally in class—he didn't know what inhuman things were hidden in the notebook.

That's why Su Mu didn't go inside directly.Although he is confident that he will find some heresies, his intuition tells him that the time has not yet come.

Even when the time came, Su Mu was not in the mood to go in.Because Xiaohui is still lying in the hospital now.

Compared with insignificant non-personal items to me, Xiaohui's situation is more important.

The hospital is far away from the school. Coincidentally, the direction to the hospital is exactly in the same direction as Su Mu's home.

Su Mu planned to go home for the time being, put down her schoolbag, have a simple lunch, and leave to visit Xiaohui in the hospital.

Back at the villa, Su Mu found traces under the shoe cabinet that Fu Jiang had been back home.

Looking in at a glance, I happened to notice the transparent box that was packed and packed on the coffee table.

It contained a French-style fried foie gras, which was still warm.

There is a note next to it, which reads thoughtfully: "To my dear brother."

Su Mu held the note in his hand. He was quite concerned about the words written on it. Contrary to Fu Jiang's beautiful appearance, her handwriting was completely terrible. Simply put, it was ugly.

Compared with the fragrant foie gras, Fu Jiang's handwriting is more attractive to Su Mu, because Su Mu thinks it's interesting to comment on how bad this beautiful woman's handwriting is.

If Su Mu was a person with a poisonous tongue, he would have sprayed poison out of his mouth, saying that Fu Jiang was a vicious woman with nothing but skin and no connotations.

Su Mu only looked at it for a few seconds before crumpling the note into a ball and throwing it into the trash can.

This foie gras looks very high-end, but Su Mu doesn't think it was specially brought to him by Fu Jiang, and it was just incidental.

Fu Jiang just pretended to be considerate, wanting to relax his vigilance until he was completely addicted to her trap, and then Fu Jiang mocked and completely destroyed his beauty for her.

Su Mu guessed this way, and became more wary of Fu Jiang in his heart. He ate a mouthful of delicious foie gras. It tasted good, but it was only good.